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Timing is everything, and Mike got lucky. He heard the door to the bathroom open, and then heard gentleman caller #10 open the stall door next to him, and knock three times on the partition. Mike had done this several times now, but his heart still skipped a beat in excitement as he rapped his own knuckles three times in return. Just three knocks, but he knew what he was saying, in the language of the Adult Store Glory Hole, was "yes, I am here, and I love to suck cocks. I know you came here hoping to find a horny man who would service you and take your hot load in his mouth, and I am that man. I want to suck your cock until you nut in my fucking mouth".

A grunt of approval from next door, the sound of a belt and a zipper, and a nice cock, droopy but not completely soft, poked through the hole, accompanied by a pair of average-sized balls. The entire package had been shaved smooth as silk, and although this dick obviously belonged to a caucasian, the skin was not pale enough to have spent all its time confined in clothing. This guy spent at least some time outdoors naked, and the thought turned Mike on. Of course, everything turned Mike on these days, that was the whole point of not touching himself while he waited for Christopher to fuck another mind-blowing orgasm out of him. Mike got on his knees in front of this new prick, appreciating the advice he'd followed to bring a towel to fold up. He'd taped a piece of newspaper over the hole, loosely, which now draped the dick he was about to suck, and he took a second to unstick it, and place it a few inches to the side, to be replaced after this stud emptied his balls. Mike cupped the smooth sac with his left hand (he thought of it as his "sac hand" while he was on his knees in front of the hole), then lifted the circumcised head with his right, and took a tentative lick at the underside. He needed to get it hard in order to put a condom on it, but he needed to be careful until then.

Dick #10 was ready, though, and a couple tentative licks around the head, and a luxurious pass of his tongue over the glassy smooth sac, had it rock hard in his hand. He made a big deal of ripping open the condom package loudly enough for his next door neighbor to hear it, so he'd know what was coming, and unrolled the barrier down its length without incident, nor even a grunt in acknowledgement. Excellent. Then he went to work.

Sucking the head into his mouth, he started by just working the last couple inches with his mouth as fast as he could, to set the tone. He gripped the rest of the shaft tightly with his right hand and jacked in time with his mouth, stroking towards the base as his lips pulled all the way to the head, then stroking upwards as he sucked back in, meeting his lips about one third of the way down. Mike had discovered that taking all, or most, of a cock into your mouth and throat was mostly a visual turn-on, and when you couldn't see what was happening to your dick, a hand could satisfy the shaft as well as a mouth, while lips and tongue could do special things to the head and glans. So, he kept his mouth on the most sensitive part and worked the rest of it with his hand. He made sure to moan desperately as he sucked, the sounds turned on both men equally, and he wasn't doing it for show, it really turned him on to be on his knees, being used purely for pleasuring a dick.

He switched up his rhythm a couple times, moving from long, slow, passes with his lips clamped tight around the rock hard member, to quick, urgent pumping of his mouth, and it wasn't more than a couple minutes when he felt the telltale trembling in the cock and balls he was servicing, and his visitor slightly adjusted his balance in anticipation of flooding Mike's mouth with cum. He heard a sound that was part moan, and part sigh, from the next stall, and then a cry of relief as he felt the condom in his mouth swell in pulses of hot, thick semen. This guy was pent up for sure, as the condom stretched with each jet of cum, and it went on for what seemed like forever. By the time he felt the dick in his mouth start to loosen a little, he could feel cum leaking out the base of the rubber with the hand gripping the shaft. Wow, this guy was the biggest shooter Mike had ever seen, it was like he hadn't cum for a year or more (or maybe he just ate a lot of oysters, Mike thought with an internal chuckle).

Mike's cocksucking had almost caused this guy to pass out from pleasure, and he acknowledged that with a breathless "oh man...oh thank you so much...oh fuck that was awesome, I needed that so bad...thank you...fuck..." as he withdrew his package. Mike recovered the hole with the taped newspaper, and he heard Dick #10 stagger out of the stall, remove his full -to-leaking condom and plop it in the trash, wash his hands (they no doubt got cum on them while removing the stuffed rubber) and leave. Mike had to wait a bit himself, he was so turned on by his visitor's gratitude that his own dick was trembling and close to erupting. Being complimented on how hot a fuck he was, how tight and sexy his bottom was, how good he was at oral pleasure...any words of gratitude from a stud who he pleased well, was a aphrodisiac in Mike's ears, and he had been pretty close to spraying his stall with his own cum already. He didn't risk sliding his panties back over himself for a couple minutes, then with his dick safely shielded from outside friction he quickly finished the rest of his dressing, picked up his towel, and exited the stall. He washed his hands thoroughly, then used a paper towel to open the door, which he dropped in the trash on the way out. The dichotomy of coming here to suck random anonymous cocks, while simultaneously being grossed out by how nasty this sex room was, amused him, but he gave it no further thought.

There were a few people browsing the sex shop when he emerged, but none seemed to pay him any particular heed, and he assumed the people he'd sucked off had left. It would be a major breach of unwritten protocol for someone to hang out and try to meet him for real, but the world was full of people to whom manners meant nothing, and it was probably only a matter of time before some bozo came up to him in the shop and started referencing their anonymous blowjob.

Not today, though, so he nodded at Danny, who gave him a wink as he crossed the shop, and then he was out in the fresh air.

The rest of the week was busy at work, and Mike didn't return to the glory hole again before his weekend meet with Christopher. Just as well, he had come dangerously close to wrecking his streak of self-denial on the last trip, and one more might have found him filling his panties with his own cum, ruining the weeks of desire he'd built up. He did manage to pop a couple unexpected erections during the day, like a teenager, but he evaded attention each time.

Finally it was Saturday. Christopher's wife was leaving early Saturday morning and not coming back until Sunday afternoon, so they had all day to take their time and play. It was Christopher's turn to pay for the hotel, and he'd picked a slightly more upscale one than last time. After some careful bottom prep (at this point, a stiff breeze was at risk of sending him over the edge) and a pass with a razor, Mike put on a pair of red panties, some matching thigh high stockings, and tight sweat pants and a tshirt over that. He wanted the overall effect to be like a present for his lover to unwrap. He threw some essentials in a bag, including a clean pair of underwear just in case, and tried not to look like someone rushing to get fucked as he made his way downtown and up to room 715. Christopher opened the door right away, letting Mike all the way and closing the door before he pressed his lips to Mike's and greeted him properly with a long, urgent kiss. Mike kissed back as hard as he could, weeks of unreleased passion making his lips and tongue tremble as he pressed himself into his lover.

Christopher finally broke the kiss and stepped back, his cock an enormous bulge in his shorts. Although it was cool outside, he'd bumped the temperature in the room up (no doubt so they'd be more comfortable when they were naked all day), and he'd changed into a loose tshirt that accentuated his athletic build, and gym shorts that were now tented comically outwards by the erection he'd sprung as soon as their tongues had met.

As they made their way into the room, Mike set his bag on the dresser, and nodded in approval at the space. There was what looked to be a comfy couch, in addition to a couple chairs and a desk. The bed itself looked sturdy enough to get fucked on, and from what he could see, the sheets looked as soft as butter. He could see into the bathroom, and the walk-in shower was definitely big enough for two, with more water jets than Mike had ever seen in a hotel shower.

His examination was cut short by another urgent, desperate kiss from Christopher. Their bodies melted into each other as their tongues danced, their breathing getting louder as they tugged at each others clothes. Mike managed to get Christopher's shirt off and run his hands along his muscular chest, brushing both nipples with his thumbs, and Christopher also managed to get Mike topless, caressing his exposed skin with both hands. Mike broke the kiss long enough to tug his lover's shorts down and reveal this long, thick shaft. As Christopher stepped out of his shorts (he hadn't bothered with underwear), Mike treated him to a long, sensual lick from the base of his fat dick all the way to the head that was already shiny with precum. He carefully licked every bit off, to appreciative groans.

Christopher practically tossed Mike onto the bed, sucking both nipples and kissing his way down Mike's chest and belly, pausing to lick around his belly button as if it were another sex organ. Mike arched his back as he felt lips on his nipples, whimpering in pleasure as they were roughly sucked on. Going without an orgasm for a while was definitely an aphrodisiac, he thought, as Christopher's lips and tongue headed south. He even reached up and pinched and rolled his own nipples, purring in pleasure at how sensitive they'd become. Christopher began teasingly sliding Mike's sweat pants down, just as he'd hoped he would, revealing his sexy panties first. He murmured "beautiful" as he kissed along the waistband, and continued the reveal. He was every bit as excited about the stockings as he'd been at the bright red panties, and planted several wet kisses on the razor-smooth thighs and calves he revealed. Finally the sweat pants landed in a heap on the floor next to the bed, and Christopher returned his mouth to Mike's sweet spots.

He first tried to slide the panties to the side, but they were a little too tight for that, so he slid them down just a little to reveal the end of Mike's throbbing dick. His tongue began cleaning the precum vigorously, to Mike's ecstatic moans. He could tell Mike was close - indeed, had been close when he came in the door - so he spared him the sensation of sucking the entire thing into his mouth, and instead removed the panties entirely and spread Mike's legs and cheeks. Mike had meticulously cleaned and shaved for this, and his pretty pink hole pulsed in anticipation. Christopher's tongue teased only for a few passes before it began a more insistent rhythm, circling the hole a few times before pressing against it and moving up and down as if trying to enter.

Mike made sounds he'd never heard before. He loved having his pussy eaten, and Christopher was the best at it he'd ever had. Not only was it amazing, it somehow conveyed the image of getting him ready for a deep, hard, fucking, and Mike was up for it. His groans and whimpers of pleasure were interspersed with what dirty talk his addled brain could come up with; "oh it feels so good when you eat my pussy" "oh thank you daddy my cunt loves your tongue" "mmmm fuck that feels so amazing", and he rocked his hips to help show his appreciation. Honestly, he thought if they kept this up long enough he could possibly cum just from this.

But Christopher had other ideas. He rose to his knees and made his way next to Mike's head, his proud manhood now so hard it was shiny and looked like it was about to explode. His voice husky with lust, his face covered with Mike's juices, he whispered "suck it. Get it good and slippery for when I fuck you". Mike got to his knees long enough for a deep kiss, tasting himself on Christopher's face, then dropped to his task.

He didn't waste time on teasing, or building to it, he just sucked the fat cock into his mouth and began pleasing it the best he knew how. He'd built some new stamina and learned some new tricks in the glory hole, and he used them all now. He started on the head, working the glans until christopher's body began to sway, then passed the entire thing into his throat. Although he'd gotten past any gag reflex, he deliberately made gagging sounds to turn on his lover. He knew a man loved to see his big dick gagging a bottom, and he played the part. He was so horny himself, he realized that he was essentially already in doggystyle position, bent over with his smooth ass pushed upwards, his legs spread and his cheeks as far apart as he could get them without using his hands. His own cock bobbed underneath him in time with his sucking, as he fucked the beautiful cock with his throat and mouth. With one hand, he caressed the fat sac that was going to release the cum he wanted so bad, and the other simply roamed his lover's body, since there wasn't enough shaft available outside Mike's mouth to get a hold of.

This didn't last long - Christopher had obviously not had much more sex than Mike in the last few weeks, and with a surge of self-control Mike didn't even know he had, he withdrew when he started to get worried that he'd end up with a belly full of cum instead of getting fucked unconscious. Christopher swayed a few seconds with his eyes closed before he got control of himself.

"Wow. Just. Wow. Fuck. That was amazing" he stammered.

Mike blushed. "I'm glad you liked it. Some time when we aren't in a hurry to get to fucking, I'll finish and let you shoot your spunk in my mouth like that".

"That sounds incredible"

Without another word, Christopher moved behind Mike, between his spread legs. Mike looked backwards and wished he could take a picture - christopher's muscular body between his legs, his fat cock shiny with his spit, and Mike's body looking amazing in thigh high stockings framing a perfectly smooth, pink hole, itself shiny with spit. Christopher began rubbing the head of his cock against Mike's entrance, and Mike couldn't contain a moan of anticipation of pleasure at the sensation. Mike was generally a pretty horny guy, and he had NEVER wanted to get fucked as badly as he did right now. Christopher spit onto the head of his cock a few times for more lube, and then pressed until the head popped through the last of Mike's defenses and penetrated him.

Where he found the self control to slide it in slowly, demanding Mike beg for more, he couldn't say, but somehow he managed. Mike dutifully played the agonized slut, begging and making sounds of desperation and then appreciation as each new inch slid inside him. Mike had closed his eyes, as the sensation of being slowly fucked was so intense he couldn't handle any more input. After what seemed like forever, he felt the cock sliding into him finally seat itself, his lover's balls against his, and his thighs against Mike's cheeks. Right away, the thrusts began. Christopher was apparently just as horny as Mike, and he fucked him hard and fast. Mike's entire world narrowed to his sweet pink hole, and the thrilling abuse it was taking. Christopher's strong hands were clamped on his hips for full control, only occasionally letting go long enough for a brisk slap that made his cheeks jiggle. Mike heard words exiting his mouth but didn't remember deciding to say them. He could feel his toes curl and uncurl as his insides were invaded over and over again, his pink ring stretched so tight around the dick that was making him surrender his pleasure. His nipples were so hard they ached, and he could feel his skin flushed in helpless submission to the waves of pleasure coming from the erect dick inside him. He had no idea how long it went on, it seemed like a moment that lasted hours, before Christopher slowed and withdrew his cock.

Before Mike could ask what was going on (he hadn't cum, he was sure of that), he felt hands on his hips, rolling him onto his back. He finished the motion himself, his legs still spread wide, his man's pussy exposed and swollen with pleasure. His lover looked down on him like a child staring at a christmas gift he still couldn't believe he got. "I'm close, and I want to look in your eyes when I fill you up".

"I'm close too, and I think that's a great idea" Mike responded.

Christopher leaned forwards, lovingly and softly guiding his cock back inside Mike, in contrast with the rough fucking he'd been getting. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him, long and leisurely, their tongues no longer so desperate, but taking their time as they explored. Only then did his hips begin to rise and fall again, stuffing Mike full of cock then withdrawing.

The tender lovemaking moment lasted another few delicious minutes, before the hurried fucking of two horny men reappeared. Mike's hands, now free, roamed his lover's chest, playing with his nipples, and feeling the muscles stretched taut from the effort of fucking him. The sounds of groans and occasional dirty talk were accompanied by the thudding and slapping of one sweaty body fucking another one. All Mike wanted was to keep getting fucked like this forever - all day, every day, morning and night. He wrapped his legs around his lover, feeling the jolt of each impact as he hammered his cock home inside Mike's nether region.

Mike was close, and Christopher saw it immediately. He quickly stuffed a pillow under Mike's hips, exposing him even more and making each thrust pound his p-spot. He lowered himself so their faces were close, and he firmly gripped Mike's hair in one hand and began alternately kissing him and whispering some of the dirtiest and most exciting things Mike could imagine while his cock plowed deep inside him. Mike was swimming in pleasure so deep he could barely respond with anything but a grunt every time Christopher's cock buried itself in his swollen pink pussy.

"You are mine."

"Uhn"

"The only pleasure you have is from my cock, fucking you"

"Mmm"

"You are going to cum because I say so"

"Ahhhh"

"You can't help but submit to me"

"Uhhhn"

"This isn't your pussy, it's mine"

[whimpering] "Yeaaaaahhhssss" then, almost tearfully "it's yours it's yours mmmm yes"

"Your submission to me will be complete when I make your pussy cum"

"Oh yes please let me be yours please please make my pussy cum please I want it so bad please"

At this, he rose slightly so he could watch the cum shoot from Mike's dick, flopping back and forth on his belly in time with Christopher's thrusts.

"Will you cum real pretty if I let you?"

"Mmm yes yes yes"

"Have you been a good fuck?"

"Yesssss pleaseeee"

"OK. Cum for me. Cum right now, no hands, just my cock inside you making you cum for it"

Christopher's thrusts inside Mike's body increased in intensity, but only for three or four strokes before Mike felt it start.

Deep, deep, inside him, in a place that could only be touched by submitting to a man's big dick, he could feel the warmth and tension begin. Christopher's gift to him, which he'd earned with spread legs and tight holes, began to spread like a balloon filling, the release inevitable, and the more anticipated for the stretching. Mike began to shake, and make noises like one might make at the top of a roller coaster, when the drop is inevitable, imminent, and unavoidable. Just when he thought there was no possible way he could fill with any more pressure, and he must explode, his release came. He arched his back, and began moaning so loudly he'd have woken anyone in the adjacent room if it had been night time.

Wave after wave after wave of pleasure blasted out from inside his slippery hole, all the way to his fingers and toes, then rebounded back again, making him quiver helplessly as his whole body responded to his climax. He was dimly aware of Christopher watching the cum spray from his cock, but he could barely feel it - all of his pleasure, all of his energy, was inside his fuckhole, lovingly and patiently thrust inside him by his lover, whose own fat dick was now painting his insides with cum. He gripped the sheets with both hands, pulling as hard as he could, as he tried to anchor himself against the waves of impossible pleasure.

He continued to cum helplessly for some time, even after his lover's generous flow of cum had ceased inside him. HIs skin was warm, the kind of warm you feel in a spa, that just makes you want to curl up and stay there forever. He could feel his nipples tightness, and the telltale flush on his skin. He shivered twice as the energy left him, and then he finally opened his eyes.

Christopher was staring at him, in wonder at the power of his climax, and with a new affection borne of incredible intimacy. He was still wrapped around his magnificent shaft, although he could feel it beginning to soften and withdraw. Gently, his lover stroked his cheek, tucking a stray couple of hairs behind his ear before tenderly kissing him. "I do not have words. No words. That was amazing to watch, thank you for letting me be a part of it".

Mike flushed even more. "Thank you. I mean, thank you for the nice words, but mostly THANK YOU. I'm not even sure I was conscious for the whole thing. Wow." He leaned forward and kissed him back. "Thank you".

Slowly, christopher withdrew his cock from Mike's entrance, and then they lay on their sides, facing each other. Mike smiled. "I hope...I mean, I don't want to be too forward or mess things up, but...like...I want to keep doing that as often as we can" he chuckled.

"I hear you" Christopher responded. After being with you I am not sure I can even imagine being with another man. I mean, what would even be the point?" He leaned forward and kissed him again.

They kissed for a while, and gradually the kissing became more intense, and Mike could feel Christopher's manhood starting to swell. Proud of the effect he had on his lover's breathtaking cock, he met his eyes. "How long do we have this room for again?"

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UnderTheBigTop writes Fri 1 Mar 2024 17:23:

Another great story!

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